I was reminded last week of how many retreats I have attended. I keep hoping that I will go to just the right one that will truly make me a better person for life. The trouble is, after going to retreat after retreat, I still do bad things. I violate my principles. I think the wrong way. And I fail to turn my best intentions into good works.
I am finding out that the vision of the ”Good Brad” is just an illusion.
I am not any better, despite what my mother would tell you.
I’m beginning to realize that even when I am at my very best, some form of the following happens:
I face a situation that overwhelms me.
I realize that I am broken and, despite my best efforts, cannot fix it.
I make a confession, or I release the matter, or I somehow stop and allow some space that I myself choose to resist from filling.
I bend the knee to pray, inviting Jesus into the space I’ve just made for him.
He performs his best works.
Then I am allowed to watch what happens, much as Gideon did after sending most of his army home.
Again somehow it seems like such a massive hurdle is reduced to a short step.
Oh, that I could find a way to make more and more space for Jesus in my life.
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